She had been here before. This space. This person next to her. But this
time, this time it just felt different. She had studied his every
movement. The way his hands folded across his arms. The way the right
side of his mouth turned up a bit more than the left when he said her
name. The way certain vowels were enunciated as they rolled off his
tongue. But right now, in this space, these little things she had grown
accustomed to didn’t seem to matter. She rolled to her side to face him.
To study him once again. To replay that growl that pierced the darkest
depths of her soul. ‘What happened last night had to be a fluke,’ she
told herself. ‘Men, they talk a good game, but that, well that had
awoken the inner beast that had been locked away for so long.’ ….. And
she had no idea where to go from here. ~ Erin Rose…. WIP ..book
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